My off the hook look, leaves my competitors shook  No matter what groups you book, I still jam like Sam Cooke  Took a whole click out, and had the soundman flippin  Kickin wicked freestyle to shit on niggaz with the writtens    Check my computer type graphics, niggaz get they ass kicked  Quick if they try to flip like ashes, I'm  Never passive, as is, yo you see the flow yo what happened  Check out them niggaz rappin    The clap of the crowd be showin me love like Cupid  Loop it back, shit slams like I dished off to Shaq  My crew stay strapped with battle raps on cap  We ready to clap on chaps who make up half you sucker rap acts    I'm intact with facts, MC's can't compete with these treats  And Shawn J P. with the beats, unleash  Talents, balance, styles extra-ordinary  With the vocabulary, no other buries    We know schematics on rapper's theatrics  Only a few can freak status, Artifacts techniques  Can freak from here to Dalls, leavin you to clean up  Like Alice, shit's thick like smoke from out the chalice  The weak we em-barr-ass, showin no pity on your city  We either play you live or have you taped in like MIDI (who)  The Brick City Committee comin through a nigga soundset  This round's for all our niggaz that didn't get down yet     Ashes to ashes, dust to dust   From off the back of the bus, the 31 Bumrush   Crews we breeze through, you don't know, you need to   tell the soundman, don't touch nothin but the EQ   (repeat 2X)    Deafenin, lethal weapon steppin with the props  Seekin through your sale racks and peepin all mall cops  In to win, tall like, Paul Bunyan, the bass line's drummin  Meanin that the Notty Headed Nigguz comin    Lights, camera! Act like you wanna bring the dra-ma  I make it hotter than all of Atlanta, ready to act up  My Hooterville upbringin is swingin upon ya son  Gunnin for your under the name of Tame One    Yo, eyes focused, lips ready to toke it  You'll choke on my skit, your dilemma is to quit  Flip scripts, who's the winner takin out all beginners  In an instant, my style's polished and stain resistant    The E&J sipper blunt ripper nigga flips your bitch ass  With better effects, we go to war like George Lu-cas  Toucan Sam and we be the Mister Man simply put  Your twelve inch could barely make a foot  We got bombs, my momma told me no when I was younger  But I told her, "I don't cry on no shoulders I'm a soldier"  Let me show ya, how we can rock a crowd like Ayatollah  Check the folder (here we go check it out right now)    Now you got the scoop, check the Guess troop low  On the chest, niggaz still use the word fresh blessed  You see the structure, builder, constructer  Bust a, nother with the skills that I muster  Up touche you check the rhyme forte  Artifacts, Tame One, and MC El the Sensai     Chorus